“You should be careful, kotika,” he says in that perfect voice of his, and I shake my head.
“I don’t want to be careful,” I reply. “I’ve been careful all my life. I’ve done the right things, gone to school. I thought I was a bad girl for drinking a bit too much a couple times, and look where that all landed me. In the lap of some sleaze bag who intended on...” I stop. I can’t even bring myself to say what my boss must’ve planned for me by drugging me. I did my best not to reflect on it all this time, and I certainly don’t want to dwell on it now.
“That doesn’t mean you should lie with the devil,” he says, but he doesn’t move to stop the rubbing of my hand. In fact, he throbs harder as my emotions spill out of my mouth.
“Well it’s too late for that, isn’t it, Mikhail? We didn’t intend to get wrapped up in one another’s lives, but we made our choices, and I’m not going to turn my back on them now. I’m not going to pretend that what we have isn’t real.”
“And what is it you think we have?”
He stumps me, and I look up at him, meeting his intense gaze. I draw my lip into my mouth as I take a step closer to him.
“We don’t need to talk about this. I just want you to take me,” I say, and it’s like unleashing a beast within him.
“Be careful what you wish for, Kotika,” he growls as his hands quickly strip me of the rest of my clothes. It’s hungry, filled with longing and power, and I’m a doll, submitting to his whims. The warm steam caresses my curves, and leaves his chest looking glossy. It makes his muscles look even more pronounced, and I can’t help but purr in delight.
But when he picks me up and places me in the shower, the hot water splashing off my body, it’s so much more intense. I’ve never showered with someone else, certainly no one like Mikhail. He strips off the rest of his clothes, peeling away the blood-spattered suit and shirt, letting me see the rippling hard muscle beneath. He’s a dark Adonis, tattoos and scars upon rippling musculature. No one would ever use the word ‘flawless’ to describe him with the marks of hard living all over his glistening flesh, but that’s how I feel looking at him like this; all naked and hard for me, and I’ve never wanted anyone or anything so badly in all my life.
All my concerns and fears are washed away by the steamy spray, and when he steps in, joining me, I suddenly feel small and vulnerable. For a moment, I’m lost in a trance as I watch water run down his flesh, beading along his skin as it trickles through the grooves and valleys of his bulging biceps and pecs.
I never realized how much I enjoy that feeling of powerlessness when I’m with Mikhail. For anyone else, I’d hate it. I’ve always been a bit standoffish, keeping people at a distance so that I can always feel in control. Everything about him reminds me that I’m not, though, and I love it.
From the simple touch of his big, hard hands, rough from a life of violence, but put to use stroking my smooth, tender flesh, to when he bends me over and the swollen crown of his cock presses against my pussy.
“Is this what you want?” he teases me, rubbing the throbbing crown of his manhood over my slickened flower.
I nod, my hand going to the wall to brace myself.
“Fuck me, Mikhail,” I plead, my voice warbling. All the sounds feel so much louder and more encompassing in the small bathroom, and I can hear his breathing surround me. The shower is small, and we’re pressed together. I can’t escape, even if I wanted to.
“Even after you saw what I did?”
It surprises me that he’d even be concerned about something like that. Mikhail rescued me. That bastard was torturing me, and he got what was coming to him. But Mikhail’s worrying about me makes my heart flutter.
Is this what love feels like? Like surrendering yourself to someone else and exposing your vulnerabilities to one another? Is it this sensation of growing soft and intense all at once? Is love bending to the scariest man you’ve ever met and never feeling safer?
The thought nearly blows me onto my ass, but my need is too intense. If this is love, then I want to feel it all. I want to feel him fucking me deep and hard. I want him to make me his.
“I want you,” I say, my hand going to his, pulling it to my breast, making him squeeze. “I want you rough,” I add on, and immediately, his fingers tighten around my nipple, tugging it. It sends a jolt through me, and it’s so delicious that I moan and he thrusts his cock into me, splitting my tight folds open around his girth with one forceful motion.
There’s no teasing, not this time. He’s as deep as I can take him, his breath hot on my ear.